Spring did come, On butterfly’s wings.
On a flitting bird, And the song it sings.
Spring did come, When the flowers bloomed,
When it filled the air, With a sweet perfume.
Spring did come, On the morning’s breeze.
Spring did come, On budding leaves.
Spring did come, On blades of dew.
Spring did come, In skies of blue.
Spring did come, With a joyous ring.
by Macy Dvirnak
Beautiful Musings 